Solitude, As I Understand It, Does Not

Though They May Not Always Be Handsome Men Doomed To Evil Posses The Manly Virtues.

Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm, Tears!

What I Did Not Yet Know So Intensely Was The Hatred Of The White American For The Black, A Hatred So Deep That I Wonder If Every White Man In This Country, When He Plants A Tree, Doesn't See Negroes Hanging From Its Branches.

I Could Not Take Lightly The Idea That People Made Love Without Me.

I Wanted To Swallow Myself By Opening My Mouth Very Wide And Turning It Over My Head So That It Would Take In My Whole Body, And Then The Universe, Until All That Would Remain Of Me Would Be A Ball Of Eaten Thing Which Little By Little Would Be Annihilated: That Is How I See The End Of The World.